The Dapper Owl
Love Is a Battlefield, and I’m Losing
Micro memoir
It’s three in the morning, and I’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling fan like it’s going to offer some profound insight. Love, right? This complicated, messy, beautiful disaster. I met her in a coffee shop, cliché as it sounds, but it was more like a movie scene — slow motion, awkward eye contact, me spilling my coffee. And yet, here I am, dissecting every word she said, every glance she gave. Did she mean it when she said she likes my smile? Or was it just polite conversation? I’m not even sure if she remembers my name, but damn, that smile. It’s like she’s a hurricane, and I’m just a flimsy house on the shore. I keep thinking, overthinking, obsessing. Maybe I’m just another casualty in this war called love, but if it means seeing her smile again, maybe it’s worth losing. Because her smile, man, it’s everything.
Ani Eldritch 2024
